My Soul card is a Reaper-Chapter 748: The world of irth (part-14)

Leiza and Azzy stepped into the brightly lit shopping mall, the glass storefronts reflecting the warm glow of the overhead lights. Despite her usual entourage of bodyguards and friends, today, it was just the two of them. No security detail. No prying eyes.

Azzy found it slightly odd, but Leiza seemed completely at ease. It was as if she had planned it this way, wanting a moment of normalcy—just the two of them, shopping together without the weight of expectations.

Azzy, however, soon realized that he was being dragged into a world he had little understanding of—fashion.

Leiza took full control, picking out various outfits and forcing him to try them on. To him, clothes were simply clothes, nothing more than a necessity. But Leiza saw them differently—each piece she selected carried a certain style, a statement.

"Try this one," she said, holding up a sleek black jacket.

Azzy sighed but obeyed, slipping it on.

"Hmm… Not bad," she nodded in approval.

Whatever she liked, he decided to purchase without much thought. Soon, a pile of clothing had been sent to the counter, and just when Azzy thought he was done, Leiza grabbed his hand and pulled him toward another section.

"The men's section is done. Now it's my turn!" she declared, eyes twinkling mischievously.

They arrived at the ladies' section, which was completely empty apart from them. Leiza browsed through the racks, picking up dress after dress, disappearing into the fitting room, and emerging each time with a new outfit to show off.

"What do you think?" she asked, twirling in a light blue dress.

"It's good," Azzy replied flatly.

She tried another—a red evening gown. "And now?"

"Yeah… good."

Another—a white summer dress.

"Okay," he nodded.

Leiza pouted, puffing her cheeks in frustration. "Can't you give a more enthusiastic answer?!"

Azzy just shrugged. "They all look fine."

With a huff, Leiza turned and stomped back into the fitting room, clearly not satisfied with his lack of excitement.

After a moment of silence, she peeked out from behind the curtain, her head barely visible. Her voice was sweet yet playful as she called, "Rael~"

He raised an eyebrow, sensing trouble. "What?"

She giggled. "I need some help."

Azzy frowned. "With what?"

"The zipper," she said, her tone innocent. "I can't reach it."

He hesitated. "Why are you calling me?"

"Who else am I supposed to call?" she teased. "Come on, I can't stay in here forever!"

Azzy sighed and stepped inside the fitting room, expecting to see another one of her usual dresses. But when his eyes landed on her, he froze.

Leiza stood there in a tight, one-piece swimsuit, her thighs exposed, her smooth skin practically glowing under the soft light. The suit hugged her figure, accentuating her curves in a way that made Azzy uncomfortable.

He quickly averted his gaze, focusing on the zipper rather than the sight before him. "Just stay still," he muttered.

She smirked, clearly enjoying his reaction. "Why are you looking away? It's just a swimsuit."

Ignoring her teasing, he swiftly unzipped the back of the swimsuit, stepping away as soon as the task was done. "There, it's done."

Leiza hummed. "Thanks~ But don't go just yet."

Before he could react, Leiza casually began undressing right in front of him.

Azzy turned his head sharply, his face heating up. "What are you doing?!" he scolded.

But when he dared to glance back, he realized that she wasn't naked—she was still wearing her undergarments.

Leiza burst into laughter. "Relax, Rael! You're so easy to mess with!"

He clenched his jaw, feeling utterly played. "Stop messing around," he grumbled, turning to leave.

Still chuckling, Leiza slipped into another dress. "You're too serious all the time, Rael. Learn to have some fun!"

Azzy folded his arms, narrowing his eyes at Leiza. "That joke wasn't embarrassing at all," he stated firmly.

Leiza, however, only smirked, a glint of mischief flashing in her eyes. "Oh? You think that wasn't embarrassing?" She stepped closer, tilting her head. "Then maybe I should show you what real teasing looks like."

Azzy frowned, sensing trouble. "What are you—"

Before he could finish, Leiza suddenly let out a loud, dramatic moan.

"Aaah~! Rael~!" she cried in an exaggerated, sultry voice.

His eyes widened in horror. "What the hell are you doing?!"

She didn't stop. "Mmm~! Rael~ not so rough~!"

Azzy immediately turned to leave, but just as he stepped out of the fitting room, he locked eyes with a staff member who had been walking past.

The woman froze.

Azzy froze.

The air between them grew painfully awkward.

The staff member's eyes flickered between Azzy and the closed fitting room curtain, her expression slowly turning into a knowing smile.

Azzy's face turned crimson. Without another word, he spun on his heels and stormed out of the store, his jaw clenched in frustration.

Behind him, Leiza burst into laughter. Holding her stomach, she wiped away a tear and grinned. "That was way too funny!"

A couple of hours later, the sky had darkened, and the streets of the city were glowing with neon lights.

Leiza wasn't done yet. With boundless energy, she dragged Azzy toward a bustling night market filled with food stalls selling everything from grilled skewers to sweet desserts.

Azzy spent another two hours with her, following her from stall to stall as she excitedly tasted different foods, occasionally making him try some as well.

Just as he thought the night was finally coming to an end, Leiza suddenly tugged on his sleeve.

"Come on, one last stop!" she declared.

Azzy sighed. "Where now?"

Leiza grinned mischievously. "The movies!"

Azzy immediately shook his head. "No. I need to get back to my residence."

Leiza, however, wasn't having it. She smirked and placed a hand on her hip. "Rael~ Just an hour ago, you did promise to protect me 24/7, because your friends were returning, right?" freewёbnoνel.com

Azzy tensed. "…Yes."

"Well then!" She clasped her hands together dramatically. "What if I get attacked inside the theater? What if a dangerous assassin is hiding in the seats?"

Azzy pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. "Seriously?"

Leiza giggled in victory and practically skipped ahead toward the movie theater, dragging him along. "Let's watch a romantic movie! I heard this one has the best ratings~"

Azzy didn't even bother arguing anymore. He simply resigned himself to his fate.

And so, he found himself sitting in a dimly lit theater, watching a romance film filled with dramatic confessions, passionate kisses, and emotional love scenes—none of which interested him in the slightest.

Leiza, on the other hand, was enjoying every second of it. Occasionally, she'd steal glances at him, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

Tonight had been way too fun for her.

For Azzy, however, it was one of the most exhausting days of his life.